At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you.
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